Chapter 39: Landlord and Proxy
Morning.
Xu Tao groaned as he crawled out of bed—no, out of the floor. "Ugh... When was the last time I had a hangover this bad...?" His voice scratched like rusty door hinge.
His head pounded like war drums, his body was sore in strange places—his cranium and his cheeks, to be specific. What concerned him most, though, was that he didn’t remember what exactly transpired.
"Urrrrgghh..." The groans weren’t just from him.
The five disciples were laid out like corpses scattered after a festival gone wrong. Red faces, empty eyes, arms limp. One twitched. Another rolled over and whispered something about "the forbidden cup."
Xu Tao sharpened his sense, detecting the other presences around him.
In the next house over, Jehanne’s five knights were in equally dire condition, albeit bruised instead of drunk. All of them bore heavy injuries, like they’d been tossed around by a particularly violent windstorm—one shaped like a bunny.
Jehanne herself was nowhere to be seen, but her presence could be felt in the second floor. She seemingly locked herself up, reason unknown to Xu Tao.
He rubbed the back of his head. There was a dull pain stemming from there. And when he touched it—yep, a definite bump was confirmed.
Arthur was also suspiciously still in his room. His room however, bore a different kind of atmosphere than the rest. There were signs of life—well, multiple lives—gathered in that small area.
From within came faint giggling... and someone softly moaning something like, "Please, Sir Arthur, again..."